#FBI AGENT

[riverswaltz]

[hargitayworld]

the limit does not exist

[whoisspence]

boyband reid appreciation post because it's never too much

[pathologicalrambler]

me and who?

[marvelwitchergilmore]

In A While...

Summary: Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader -> You were first introduced to Spencer through Emily, however, six years later, it seems some things are beginning to change.

Disclaimer: This is part one. A lot of pining, fluff and a little angst to come. Part two here. Not proof read.

Before…

“Who is that?”

“Who’s who? Oh.”

“Baby girl, do you know-”

“No, but, oh. She’s cute. Hey, do you think-”

“Hey, guys. What’s going on?”

“You know her?”

Emily’s face lit up. “Actually, I do.”

Emily had called out your name, and when you looked up, you’d gone from looking a little lost and a little intimidated to bright and confident. 

“Emily.”

Emily hugged you tightly and began asking questions about your journey to the office when more people gathered around her, leaving you to assume they were her teammates she always talked about. 

“Oh, right. Yes, this is Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, JJ you’ve met, and…where’s Reid?”

“I’m here.”

That was the very first day you met him. 

From behind Morgan, Reid stopped in his tracks and was introduced to you. The little sister of one of Emily’s friends. You’d applied for a small internship role at the Bureau. But once Emily caught wind of your name going through the servers, she asked Hotch if you could be placed with them. 

It would only be for two weeks and you had enough experience already with research which allowed you to help consult on cases with Garcia by your side. 

Once Hotch had finally made his introductions, you were thrown into the deep end. 

And, for the most part, it was smooth sailing. 

Your small background in linguistics helped on a case in Georgia, you’d made fast friends with Penelope who, within the first half an hour of meeting you, wanted to adopt you. And the team really seemed to like you, and best of all, you liked them. 

You also, despite your forced effort to shut it down, began to develop a small crush on one Doctor Spencer Reid. 

Granted, it didn’t go anywhere. After all, it was just a small crush. But it was nice to have his friendship. 

He was only three years older than you, so it made things easier. 

Everyone else, like Emily, was close to being ten years older than you, save for JJ and Spencer. 

“So, how do you know Emily?”

“She’s my sister’s best friend,” you replied. “They were in the same year at College. I was just the little sister, but they made me feel welcome. Less shut out despite the age gap.”

“Is that how you found this job?” Penelope asked you. 

“Sorta. It wasn’t nepotism or anything like that,” you quickly jumped to explain. “I- there was a posting for applicants. Emily didn’t even know until she called me up and asked me because she saw my name go through one of the servers. She knew before I did that I had been accepted but, instead of catching a train into DC every day, she helped me find a posting here.”

“Well, I’m glad. We need more girls around here.”

You smiled at Penelope’s comment, soaking in the moment before a call came through from Hotch. 

After the two weeks had finished, you returned back to College, but not before you had one final drink with the team. However, research for your Master’s still called. 

“No, no, no, please, please stay.”

“I can’t,” you smiled as Emily tried to drag you closer to the bar. 

“I will call you in the morning, but right now I need to finish up some research.”

Emily groaned. “Fine, but let me go with you.”

“No, Em, you’re having fun.”

“I can’t let you go alone.”

“I can go with her.”

From behind you, Spencer appeared. 

“No, it’s-”

“Please, it’s my pleasure.”

Emily smiled when you looked back at her. “Thank you, Reid.”

Spencer just smiled. 

Emily hugged you, but you were the last to let go. “Have fun.”

“Not a word.” you told her. 

“About what?” she pretended. 

That night, Spencer walked you home. And you both just talked. About anything and everything. He rattled off statistics about the amount of people that walk home, vs drive and catch the train. He asked you about your Masters and you told him. He even gave you some book recommendations which you checked out from the library the very next day. And you asked him about the love for his job which, by the time you reached your apartment, he told you;

“You should apply.”

“For what?”

“To be an Agent. I think you’d be really good.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Aside from your resume?” Spencer thought for a moment. “It just…seems to suit you.”

For the rest of the night, you tried to imagine your life from the past two weeks, being the rest of it. 

And it didn’t seem all that bad of an idea. 

Six years later…

You’d been, officially, SA Dr. Y/n Y/l/n of the BAU for four months. Before that, you had worked within the State Department for three years since your knowledge in languages was helpful for their investigations, and before that, you were placed from post to post, helping agents with their cases, mostly in and around the East Coast. 

And the minute you walked into the building, it oddly felt like coming home. 

You’d lived in Virginia most of your life, but working with the BAU…felt like home. 

This was also helped by the fact that Emily had decided to come to town for a visit, even if it wasn’t for long. 

“Oh my god, Emily, Hi.”

“Penelope,” Emily smiled before hugging her. 

“I really am really happy to see you but right now…”

“We’ve got a case?” you asked. 

“Big one.”

“I guess I’ll catch you later, then?” Emily asked. 

“Or you could consult?”

As if appearing out of thin air, you all turned to find Hotch stood behind her. 

“We’re always welcome to have you on the team, Emily. Even if it’s just as a consultant.”

Penelope had a badge for her by the time you’d all made it into the briefing room. 

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Emily replied before pinning it to her shirt. 

“We have a case…”

Penelope went on to explain the case and within twenty minutes, the wheels were up. You had taken your seat next to Rossi, and across from Spencer. And even though she was paying attention to the case, Emily couldn’t help but notice the small look in Spencer’s eyes every time you looked at each other. 

She also knew that look meant more than what Spencer’s brain was willing to admit. 

And it only continued to happen. 

Three days later, Emily watched yourself and Spencer dance around each other, like you knew each other’s every move. 

You both stood in front of the evidence board, moving things around as you talked about the case, working out the geo-file. And every time you stood back, Emily could have sworn she saw Spencer’s eyes glow when looking at you. She also didn’t fail to notice the double glances you passed each other, just a few seconds away from catching each other in the act.

Emily had always known you had a small crush on Spencer. Even from the first day you met. The fact you could barely look at him for the first four days was her biggest sign. But when she’d asked JJ about you two when you’d officially joined the team, it seemed like…nothing. 

You’d both just become…friends. 

Nothing more. 

But Emily couldn’t be the only one to see it. 

So when Derek snuck up on her as she watched the both of you, it gave her some confirmation to her doubts that ‘friendship’ was all that was between yourself and Spencer. 

“They’ve practically been glued at the hip.”

“Clearly.” Emily stated. “They seem to be in sync with one another.”

“Been like that since her first day.” Derek explained. “Now they don’t even have to talk. They just…know.”

“And nothing ever…”

“No.”

“Hey, guys?” Spencer called out. “We might have something.”

You went on to explain what you had found with Spencer’s help. 

However, by the end of the case, Emily finally got the answer she was looking for. 

Spencer trailed your every move with his eyes as you unbuckled your belt, stood and grabbed a snack and drink for yourself and JJ. 

“Hey, Reid?”

He snapped his attention to Emily who was sitting across from him. 

“If you want to ask her, she might just say yes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And he turned back to his book. 

“Hey, Spencer?” Emily placed a finger on the top of his book and pushed it down. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”

Emily waited for him to continue. 

“I…I know that we’re friends but recently I’ve just felt…different. And I can’t even remember when it started. All I know is one day we’re walking back from a coffee shop, and the next…”

“You can’t take your eyes off of her?”

Spencer felt slightly embarrassed, but nodded all the same.

“I know something has changed, but I don’t know when or even how. But I know it’s changed and…it’s different, and I don’t hate it, but I also can’t seem to make sense of it.”

“Do you think she feels the same way?”

That was a question Spencer had been asking himself for weeks. “I don’t know.”

“Have you thought of asking her?”

“What if she says no? I like her but…”

“You don’t want to lose her.”

Spencer shook his head. And then his eyes found you again as you walked back to JJ and handed her her drink and bag of chips before sitting down beside her with your own. 

He’d lived his entire adult life as an FBI agent and somehow the prospect of his feelings for you and the potential chance of losing you was the scariest thing he’d ever witnessed.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My FBI agent friend interrupted my book club to rave at us about the enemy creating a deadly atomic weapon and warning us about possible insurgents relaying secret information. I interrupted his rant and claimed that he was acting paranoid, explaining all the flaws in his logic. After other agents came and took him away, I sat down again and smiled at my book club.

"Sorry about that, comrades. Now, I am pleased to let you know that the plan has succeeded, and the first atomic missile of our county has been finished."

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

ME: *finishes another 17 season marathon of Criminal Minds*

ME: *clapping hands like a toddler* Again, again, again!

MY FBI AGENT: RELEASE ME.

[hearts4werka]

The Devil Herself

Summary: You’re the famous Ghostface killer in the town of Boston while your ex-bodyguard Christopher is also an FBI agent investigating your murders, you overhear his conversation with his mother about a set up date with another woman so you decide to pay the woman a little visit after the date… Genre: Horror, slasher, age gap (it’s not a big one), female killer, obsessive stalker, crime investigation, The FBI, arranged date Warnings: This fic contains darker themes that may trigger some readers like gore, kidnapping, acts of torture, illegal possession of various of dangerous weapons ( don’t do this irl ) obsessive female!character, cursing, murder, detaching-limbs. Read At Your Own Risk! authors note: this turned out wayyy longer than I expected it to. I started to write this last night still kinda shocked how I finished it in one day. I’m already writing pt.2 to Missing and need to finish that but here’s a long Chris fic for while you guys wait for it. There might be a pt.2 to this too but I have to see if y’all will want one. Hope you enjoy!

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

The Halloween season is right around the corner and I’ll have to do some work to set the atmosphere for the lovely town I’ve been slashing for couple of good years.

I am called ‘The Ghostface killer’ around this town, known mostly for the gruesome crime scenes I create which I’m proud to said in know for that, how I always manage to cover up any evidence that could lead to discovering my identity.

There’s been many before me, some were better some worse. Dating back almost centuries, I can say I’ve been through some stuff in the past. I don’t want to get into detail with it but let’s just say I’m on a revenge mission, murdering and torturing the people who’ve hurt me in the past.

But there’s a little problem flowing in my mind… my ex-bodyguard, Christopher.

He’s an FBI Agent, often a bodyguard or guarding something. The FBI are currently investigating ‘The Ghostface Killer Crimes’ how do I know? Oh it’s obviously because I stalked him, unfortunately I also found out some unpleasant things too.

His mother has set up him with another women for a date. And it’s fucking tonight.

I may have hacked into his chat logs as well and overheard him and his mother talking over the phone when I was just watching him on the cameras with sound recorders I’ve installed along with the cameras.

As much as I try to let go of him, when I manage get him out of my mind and focus on other things at hand he just latched onto my brain and messes with it, just coming back each time like a boomerang.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

I’m getting ready to discretely stalk Christopher’s date, dressing up normally but keeping my mask on me since I’ll be doing some dirty work today and I can’t get blood on my beautiful face, can I? But mostly to hide my real identity from her.

I walk into my closet, picking out a black corset along with some matching black jeans that make my body look amazing together with the corset, I want her to see something pleasant to look at before she will go out.

Adding the finishing touches such as jewelry, a black leather jacket draping it over my shoulders and black boots I glance over at the mirror of my bathroom and fix my hair. I almost feel like I’m getting ready for a date to which I chuckle internally at the fact I’m going out for a completely different reason. ( outfit here )

I grab my bag off the bathroom counter it was sitting on, walking over to a big black duffel bag dropped on my bed I pick out what weapons I would like to use today.

Picking the classic and iconic knife along with a small electric saw but also a gun for extra fun, I shove the gun into a hidden pocket in the leather jacket and drop the knife and saw in the bag of today’s choice.

Inside of the bag already resides my phone, a digital camera I take pictures of my beautifully gruesome crime scenes and of my victims for little pieces of memories.

After I’m done preparing, I make sure everything is in place and locked as I finally walk out of the house.

Time to start this little shitshow

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Im in my car, sitting in front of a fancy restaurant the date was planned at with my laptop sitting my lap, watching them through the restaurants cameras I’ve managed to hack into. People really need to make their security devises have a stronger protection because this was easier than I thought it would be.

My blood boils with jealousy as she reaches out with a napkin in her hand to wipe off a piece of the food they’re eating that got left on his upper lip. If she puts her hands on him again, I’ll cut the motherfuckers off and give them to him if he continues to allow it.

He’s very aware of having a person stalking him but he doesn’t know who it is even being an FBI agent he couldn’t simply figure out who it is, I grab my phone out of my bag and open the messages app. Typing out a simple text I send it over to him and watch him on the cameras for his reaction.

Me : Is someone running off with other women? Keep having her hands all over you and you’ll see what happens next.

Seeing him excuse himself to check the message on his phone I’ve sent, a look of horror and caution creeps into his features as he looks around nervously but he hides them with a tight smile from the woman that’s completely oblivious of what the message contained nor why he suddenly changed in demeanor.

For the rest of the night, he avoided her touch as much as he could but slip ups did occur. At the end of the date he cautiously walked her back to her car, I was parked not far away from her so I saw everything with my eyes. When they say their goodbyes she leans in and places a gentle kiss on his cheek before getting into her car and proceed to drive away.

He returns to his own car and just sits there lost in thought, the look on his face etched into his features, more evident now that he’s alone. After a few minutes he starts the car and drives away.

Now it’s time for the fun part to start.

I tracked the woman’s home address before they went on the date and found out all of the basic knowledge about her without unnecessarily digging too deep, putting her home address into the gps now it’s finally my time to drive off.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

After a while of driving I finally reach my destination and park in front of an old-money house thats a pretty good size for someone who lives alone. Looks like mommy and daddy’s wealth payed off for her.

I have a feeling she’ll be fun to torture.

I grab my bag with all of the supplies I need and get out of the car in one swift open of a door, walking around the car I face the trunk. Opening it I take out a cloth along with a small bottle of sedative.

Popping the cap off the bottle I pour some of it onto the cloth, glancing around the containments of my trunk if I won’t need anything else, grabbing my signature mask as the last item I need and slide it over my head now concealing my face.

With one efficient and swift move I close the trunk and finally head towards her house, time to do some breaking in now, put the bitch to sleep and drive her to my house. After I’m done with that I’ll have some good old fun with her.

Going through the back door that thankfully was left open behind I quietly enter the building, checking if anything besides me is lurking in the dark shadows covering her house and find nothing, no sign of any animals too to which I sigh in relief. I really hate killing peoples animals. ( don’t actually kill animals irl )

I slyly maneuver my way through the darkness and up the stairs, them creaking as if I’m in a horror movie. Getting up the creaky ass stairs I see light coming out of one of the rooms, assuming that’s where she’s currently located I decide to put more of the sedative on the cloth in my hand to make sure she doesn’t wake up during the ride back to my house.

Scanning the surrounding area I can’t help but wonder if she left the door unlocked, she does live alone so no one could technically get into her house and into the bathroom while she’s in there, right?

As I come closer to the bathroom my ears suddenly get assaulted by music coming out from the slightly opened bathroom door, she has shit taste in music.

Creeping up to the bathroom door I widen the open hole with my hand as quietly as possible to not draw any sudden unwanted attention to it.

I take a small peak inside and see the shadow of her figure through the shower curtains she’s concealed behind, thinking this is gonna be easier than I thought I slowly enter the room and make my way towards the shower.

Pulling open the curtain my eyes are met with my target being completely nude while water rains onto her naked body from the shower head secured to the wall in front of her.

Without giving her anytime for further reaction than the horror slowly spreading across her features I slap the cloth over her mouth to muffle her screams pouring out of her mouth.

When she falls asleep I get her out of the shower and put the clothes she left in the bathroom onto her body, tossing her over my shoulder again I carry her back to my car and drop her into the backseat.

I drive off from under her house and on the path back to my house.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

We arrive at my house and I check into the backseat to see if she’s woken up.

“Still knocked out.”

I exit the car and take her out of the backseat, tossing her over my shoulder again and carry her into my basement or how I like to call it ‘The secret layer of crime’

Walking down the stairs and underground I drop her from my shoulder and into a bloody wooden chair in the middle of my basement or torture chamber, tying her down to it with a thick rope that was sitting next to it on a small wooden stool so she doesn’t get away when she finally wakes up.

Next to the chair is a white plastic table with various torture weapons I usually can’t carry around with me, opening my bag I dump out the weapons I took with me earlier.

I wait for her to wake up because I need her to be fully conscious during the whole process, I’m gonna make this painful for her. Mentally and physically.

After a few minutes of waiting she finally regains her consciousness and looks at me with the same horror on her face as when I took her, she tried to scream but realizes her mouth is ceiled shut with a cloth taped to her mouth.

A sinister laugh rumbles in my throat at her desperate tries to pry her way free or scream for help, this basement is sound proof so no one will hear her even in the slightest mumble.

“Oh are you trying to escape? You poor little thing, how sad.” I say with mockery lacing my tone, my eyes settle down on the table full of weapons and her eyes follow right behind, her horror spreading further and becoming more evident.

She violently shakes to try and loosen the thick rope she’s secured with tightly to the chair, grabbing a knife off the table I walk over to her. My shoes creating echoing foot step sounds that bounce around the walls of the basement.

Leaning down and getting up close to her face I raise the knife to her jawline and slowly trace it, the cold blade leaving goosebumps behind its path.

Her eyes become glassy and tears roll down her cheeks, a smirk spreads across my face at the beautiful sight of her being scared.

“You know why you’re here?” I ask, knowing I won’t get a clear answer out of her, the cause of it being the cloth taped to her mouth.

Shaking her head negatively, meaning she’s saying no and I become amused by not having a lack of an answer from her as I expected. She’s really desperate to stay alive, how pathetic.

“Well you don’t have to know but let’s just say you might be loosing some limbs today, hm?”

Her eyes widen at my sudden statement as her horrified state intensifies along with her desperate tries to escape, the sight is complete gold or a rare find that can only be dug up deep in the cold mines.

I slide a small stool with some blood covering the surface of it and place it under one of her hands, extending my hand behind me onto the weapon table I grab the mini electric saw.

Without hesitation I flip it on and it starts up with a roar, bringing the circling saw blade to her wrist and saw right down which detaches her hand from her arm. Blood sprays out from her arm and onto my clothes and everything around it as I take the severed hand and place it onto the weapon table.

Grabbing the stool and putting it where her other hand is and copy the same procedure of detaching the hand as on the other.

When that’s done I put the new severed hand next to its sister on the weapon table along with the now blood-covered saw. She’ll die a slow, painful and torturous death after I’m done with her.

I hover my hand over the weapon table and select a weapon at random, I grab onto something long and sharp, knowing what it is already I grasp the leather handle of it and bring the blade to her neck, slicing it open but not enough to kill her yet.

Putting the weapon down back onto the weapon table I walk over to a chest and open it, taking out a small carboard box among different body bags, trash bags and gloves I’ve left in here because I was too lazy to throw it out.

I close the chest and place the box on top of it, walking back to the weapon table I grab the severed hands and then go back to the box and neatly place them inside.

Thinking of what to add to it I decide or grab my camera from my bag I dropped onto the ground after taking out the weapons I took with me earlier I take a picture of the tortured and slowly dying woman on the chair. Just a little memory for him to remember.

I take the Polaroid out of the camera and grab the knife off the table, stabbing into what’s left of her hand to draw some blood onto the blade of it and I write a small letter with it on the back of the Polaroid.

After I’m done with my little letter I return back to the box, closing it and ceiling it shut with some tape I had in my grasp.

Grabbing the box and the Polaroid I exit the basement and go into my car to give Chris a little surprise. By the time I exit the basement the sun is already coming up and starting to illuminate the world.

I drop the box next to me in the passenger seat along with the polaroid and drive off to his house. He should be awake by now since he usually wakes up when the sun comes up.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Arriving at my destiny under his house I take the box with the Polaroid and get out of my car, walking over to the front door of his house I place the box down onto the doormat that has ‘Welcome!’ written across it in black bold letters on a white background.

I neatly place the Polaroid on top of the the box that’s slowly leaking blood from one of the bottom corners and onto the white and black doormat, I ring his doorbell and walk back to my car to drive off from under his house before he saw me.

The note on the back of the Polaroid says is bloody letters.

‘Like running off with other women so much? Here’s a little surprise for you but I’ll say one thing. You are mine and no other woman is allowed to lay your hands on you. Ever again.’

- Your lovely Stalker

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Undercover Intimacies

18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Ella Bennett (original character)

Jay Halstead, the badass detective from Chicago PD, sat back on the couch, watching as his girlfriend Ella prepared for their undercover assignment at a club. Ella, with her stunning looks and infectious personality, had a way of attracting everyone's attention. But tonight, Jay couldn't help but feel a bit protective. After all, Ella was his girl, and only he had the privilege of seeing her in all her glory.

As Ella rummaged through her wardrobe, Jay's eyes stayed locked on her every move. He had a feeling her outfit might be a bit too sexy for his liking, and he wanted to make sure it didn't reveal too much. After all, only he was allowed to see her like that.

"Hey, babe," Jay called out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and admiration. "You sure you wanna wear that to the club? It looks damn hot, but I don't want every guy in there drooling over you."

Ella turned to him, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Don't worry, Jay. I know how to handle myself. Besides, you're the only one I wanna impress."

Jay stood up and walked over to her, his hands instinctively reaching out to adjust her outfit. He wanted to make sure it hugged her curves just right without revealing too much. His touch was possessive but filled with love, a silent reminder that she was his.

“Bend over”

Ella looked over her shoulder in amusement, “what?”

“Bend over for me”

Ella bends over in front of Jay. He looks for awhile, “yeah, don’t bend over.”

“Noted”, Ella laughs.

"Okay, babe," Jay said, his voice low and husky. "I trust you. But promise me you'll be careful and keep an eye out for any trouble."

Ella nodded, her eyes shining with affection. "Of course, Jay. You know I'm a damn good agent. I've got this under control."

With a final check to make sure everything was in place, Ella flashed him a mischievous smile.

After a successful night at the club, where Ella's skills and charm helped them gather valuable information, Jay couldn't wait to have her all to himself. As they left the club, he took her hand and led her back to his apartment.

As Jay and Ella entered Jay's apartment, the energy between them crackled with a mix of desire and anticipation. They had just successfully completed their undercover mission, and now it was time to revel in the intimacy of being alone together.

Jay closed the door behind them, his eyes fixed on Ella. A hunger burned within him, a hunger that only she could satiate. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, his touch tender yet tinged with a raw need.

"God, Ella," Jay whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this. Wanting you."

Ella's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she leaned into his touch. "Then take me."

That’s all Jay needed to hear before their lips crashed together in a searing kiss, an explosion of pent-up passion. Jay's hands roamed freely over Ella's body, his touch setting her skin ablaze. As their tongues danced in a fiery embrace, their bodies pressed against each other, eager to merge into one.

In one swift motion Jay ripped the dress off Ella leaving her in a lace black set.

“Fuck me, Ella”

With a surge of desire, Jay lifted Ella effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her towards the bedroom, their lips never parting. Their connection was electric, a whirlwind of emotions and physical longing that threatened to consume them both.

As they reached the bedroom, Jay gently laid Ella down on the bed, his eyes locked with hers, his love and desire shining through. He slowly undressed her, savoring every moment, worshipping her body with his hands and lips.

Their breathy moans fill the room.

“Please Jay, more”

Jay takes a nipple into his mouth making Ella squirm beneath him.

“Mmm”, Ella reaches and cups jays crotch making him let out a groan.

Jay pushes a finger into Ella. “Fuck you’re wet”

Not being able to wait any longer he thrusts into Ella

“Shhh, I know” Jay waits for Ella to become adjusted before he moves again.

Jay moans into Ella’s neck, “I love you”.

“I love you, Jay.”

Jays speeds up his pace.

“Jay.. I’m close…”

“I know baby, I know.” Ella finishes squeezing Jay making him finish as well.

In the aftermath, their bodies glistened with sweat, their breathing ragged and satisfied. Jay pulled Ella into his arms, holding her close, their bodies molded together as if they were made for each other.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hi, I really love your writing! Can you please write a yandere Mafia Klaus Mikaelson x an undercover agent reader? Thanks a lot.

Mafia!Klaus x FBI Agent HC’s

•Klaus knew almost the entire time that she was an FBI agent, it only took 2 days of him spending time with her to learn. He was already in love with the sweet girl though and he thought from the way she was with him that she loved him too.

So Klaus gave her the chance to come clean in her own time.

•It did start out as a job for Y/n, her first undercover job actually but she realized very quickly that she was in trouble…she was completely in love with the mob boss

•From the moment he asked her out he showered her in everything she could want and by the time they were on their second date she was giving her job completely wrong information, or none at all to try and prolong the job and it worked, she was with Klaus for 3 months before they decided to pull her out. Her boss figured maybe Klaus wasn’t the brother to go after if he doesn’t tell his girl anything of importance

•He did though, Klaus shared a lot about his life with her and she knew how sensitive he was to betrayal. Despite it being her job, Y/n refused to break Klaus’ trust like that and he knew, he monitored her phone and was aware of everything she ever said to her bosses, which is why he never confronted her about who she was…until their 4 month anniversary

•Y/n was packing when he came home, quite early that day to surprise her but she surprised him when he walked into their room and saw a duffel bag on the bed

‘What do you think you are doing?’ He asked as if this was funny to him

‘Packing. I have to go.’ She stated and he huffed a sigh.

‘Y/n, you’re not leaving me. You know I’ll find you anywhere you go, I’ll find you and I’ll bring you straight home…this is your home now Princess.’ He could see the tears welling up in her eyes and he hated it but he knew he needed to let her decide on her own to tell him.

‘Klaus, I love you, but I need to go now, I can’t…’ she sighed and sat down on the bed, him sitting beside her and pulling her close. ‘I don’t want you to hate me.’ She admitted and he chuckled.

‘Babygirl, I could never hate you. I love you too much.’ He teased but she sniffled loudly and he hugged her closer.

‘I was supposed to arrest you.’ She admitted and he looked down at her, eyebrows raised.

‘Go on.’

‘I was supposed to tell them everything about you but I didn’t and it’s time for me to go now so they can send someone else in.’ Klaus sighed, considering this for a moment.

‘I’m guessing this is about the FBI thing, hmm?’ She looked up at him stunned. ‘Of course I know Princess, I knew the second day. I know you better than anyone, and I know you never told them anything that you absolutely should have. I trust you, and you know how seriously I take that.’ She nodded, unsure what to do. ‘So they want to pull you out now? And they think I’ll just accept that? Idiots.’ Klaus grabbed her and pinned her to the bed, pressing his lips to hers roughly, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

•Y/n wrote out her letter of resignation that night while her mafia man had his tongue buried in her pussy, sending it with a round of giggles as she knew her boss wouldn’t take this well at all

•Her things were collected from her apartment by his men that night and Klaus got rid of her tapped phone in the garbage disposal, and now he finally had his Princess all to himself

•His family quickly came to love her too, hating what she was at first but realizing how good she was at spotting bugs and plants, knowing almost instinctively when a room is bugged from all of her training and knowing the handbook from back to front which is how she realized the man Rebekah had met a week later was FBI as well. Sadly it led to his death but Klaus would never let his precious Princess see anything like that

•She helped keep her man safe and she loved that she could do that for him like he did for her

•In a weird way, a Mob boss and an FBI agent are one of the best matches possible, even if the FBI agent ends up being a Mafia Queen very quickly

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[blogofsara]

MSA referenced Criminal Case

No way, in the last episode of Con Sisters (a My Story Animated miniseries), they created the leader of the FBI in the shape of David Jones Season 1 😹😳.

[whoisspence]

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[pathologicalrambler]

bring ur son to work day xoxo

[georgiapeach30513]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjEdSHBF/

Jail! Directly to jail and go to timeout!!

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

Fbi agent: this person has had a weird browsing history lately, searching up the jail time for attempted murder, child trafficking, murder and organ trafficking. Maybe we should put them on our watch list.

****sees open word and ao3 tab

Fbi agent: nevermind